The Trustfrated Sickies

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Baby Fangs (4/5)

Synopsis: The youngest in the pack, Jungkook, still has a lot to learn. And that includes the difference between safe, and not so safe blood.

TW: Graphic description of illness, pain, vomit and blood.

Vampire AU

A/N: hallo my loves, I'm aware I haven't posted in nearly over a year or more... So I thought this would make up for it. Word count possibly over 5k? Lol. Please excuse any mistakes I'm still recovering from what feels like a decade worth of writers block. Anyways! Let me know what you guys think! I hope it doesn't disappoint and that I am able to write more soon. Love you all muah <33

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“P-Poisoned?” Jungkook’s eyes crack open slightly, his ears perking up at the sound of Namjoon’s voice. He could hear a couple panicked gasps behind him and a chorus of disagreement, in a desperate attempt to soothe the younger. Jungkook keeps whimpering- enough of a reason to understand the commotion. The youngest of the pack was the strongest, the most vigilant and daring. He’d stick his hand in a blazing fire to give himself a human touch if he wants, but he doesn’t cry.

Yet, clear droplets were sprinkling off his lashes, His jewel-like eyes reflecting its aura underneath the layer of tear in his eyes, or the anxiety that blankets over his chest and holds him tight in a bitter embrace. After chundering his organs that always mimic his attributes, of being barely alive, that is. Perhaps that is the reason why he’s a weak leaf within the arms of his brother.

“No, No.” Jin is quick to snub Jungkook’s worries, his voice a notch deeper by the final syllable whilst he shoots a stern look at the boys. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems, Kook. Now now” He soothes, his arm around Jungkook’s firm shoulders and petting his silk hair. Namjoon leans over, gingerly swiping the tear that is about to burst out of the eye with his thumb.

“Hoseok, could you bring me my books? I could do some research on this, I think we need to figure out what type of poisoning this may be-”

“You mean the p-word” Hoseok interjects, meeting with the leader’s scrunched brows before his eyes dive towards the youngest and the aged vampire. An invisible shiver runs down his back, if stern looks could kill them, earlier; all of them would be meat on a skewer to be served to Jin next time.

“The what?” Namjoon can’t help but question, making a mental note to study the man’s sunshine brain next. Looks like it’s needed, he thinks. Jimin clicks his tongue, gives a sassy eyeroll before nodding in agreement: ‘we’re not supposed to say the word poi-’ there’s a pause, his pretty lips pucker in continuance ‘poisoned’ Jimin mouths and hopes that’s enough of an explanation.

Namjoon nods, putting two and two together. “Right. The p-word” He purses his lips, “As I was saying, may I have my books so I can see what type of ‘p-word’ this is” He says, the men talking like they were in an upscale secret mission. Except it was a mission to nurse vampire Jungkook, their baby (as humans call it) back to good health.

Yoongi merely snorts. “I live with clowns from the afterlife” He shakes his head and from the corner of his eye, he can see Jungkook’s head burrowing into Jin’s shoulder and his eyelids drooping. He zooms over, placing his hand on the back of his head to support the tired boy.

He was sleepy. Vampires don’t sleep.

“Why the afterlife?” Taehyung scrunches his nose, sliding backwards as he notices Jin pull away from the sick boy. “Tae, we’re not exactly alive are we?” He raises a brow, “I wouldn’t consider over 100 years of age as living anyway” He lifts Jungkook carefully, scooping him upwards and laying his head somberly onto the pillow.

“Someone clear out the bucket, keep him away from the puke”

The brunette shrugs, grabbing the bucket. “That’s a shame. I’ve always wanted to say that I’m glad I've lived to see this day” Taehyung sighs, peeking into the plastic and grimacing before holding it under his armpit and leaving with it. His timing for jokes has always been awful, but it earns a chuckle from everyone. They all had rainclouds swarming above their heads, especially after the incident of Jungkook vomiting.

“He’s pretty warm” Yoongi mutters, his fingers gliding across his forehead and tucking his fringe aside. The atmosphere is tense and content, the only contentment was stemming from the sweet image of Jungkook sleeping, so far his chest was rising and sinking with ease.

Like a playstage Hoseok is next to scurry back in, no one misses the sound of his gag and a very grossed out ‘ew’ from him at the bucket. Jin looks over at him to find it’s a false alarm and he’s handing Namjoon a book whilst putting the rest of the pile down with Jimin’s help. He looks at Jungkook again and hums. “I know, it’s everything we vampires don’t do. Can’t say it isn’t worrying me to say the least”

Jimin climbs onto the bed, at the far top of the mattress he allows himself to sit there so he can look at Jungkook. “He’ll be okay right?” His voice is quiet, focused on the Maknae before he bends over and gives him a soft kiss on his temple.

"Once we get to the bottom of this, he should be fine," Namjoon replies, giving him a sympathetic smile as he sits back in the rocking chair and opens the book to read from. Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, he repositions himself to look at all the members.

With his chest upright, a serious stance. He starts dishing out orders. "Namjoon's right. Okay. I'll take Hobi and Tae, back to the market to dig up who'd do something so fucking heinous" He ignores Jin's remark about his language pretty swiftly. "Namjoon can carry on looking for a cure. Try to get your hands on a healer too."

"Don't forget to keep an eye on Kook, I mean- I better belong here than in the kitchen right?" With his thick glasses he adds, followed by a sheepish look. Jin's eyes widen, like saucers bulging out of his head. "Yeah no, not my kitchen Joon. Keep your impending doom trail to yourself. I'll be in there fetching him some blood and cleaning it out, I could boil it in a cauldron to make sure it's safe before consuming."

"I'll clean up then, in case any of you haven't realised this room looks like a crime scene. We've been walking around in upchucked blood for the past hour" Jimin's eyes don't leave Jungkook's, he cards his fingers through the boy's hair and presses another kiss to his head when the boy's get busy.

Yoongi, Taehyung and Hoseok had already left, Jin was steaming up the kitchen, Namjoon was flipping through pages and pages, getting antsier by the minute and Jimin had just finished wiping down the floors and cleaning up when Jungkook begins to stir.

His eyelids are heavy, he can't seem to open them and his limbs follow suit. Like a brick weighing on his body. There was heat rushing through his veins, cracking his skin into more shiny sweat around the green palette of his body. His brain is foggy, it felt like his head was being bludgeoned by an axe as it throbbed and pounded painfully. He whimpers again.

Jimin pauses, his still heart begins to shrivell. “Kook? Are you awake?” He drops the washcloth and watches Namjoon also lean past his book to check. The black haired climbs onto the edge of the bed again, he can see Jungkook’s eyeballs dancing underneath his eyelids as he struggles to wake up. His face is stiff, frustrated, chest lifting and Jimin has to fret. “Hey, easy. No rush here. Take your time” He coos, the younger easing under the scratches to the crown of his head.

The pale vampire groans, his middle clenches with a painful and burning sensation. With his ancient like bones that shake as he tries to bring his hand over, he slides it onto his middle and presses as firmly as he can despite how frail he’s feeling. Namjoon is closing his book, joining the two on the other side of the bed; he’s there to hold the youngest and his shoulders when he begins to roll over. “I think it’s his stomach again– It looks like it’s hurting” He looks at Jimin with a frown, his fingers rubbing against the broad shoulder bones.

“Oh.” Jimin replies, his plump lips part slightly as he strokes Jungkook’s hair aside and away from his nape. He hovers over his body, instinctively patting his back lightly when the boy moans beside him. “Aigoo” He expresses, a bit startled and biting his lips. Jungkook curls in further, his knees just below his abdomen in a loose foetal position. His eyes peel open slightly, through tears he can make out that Namjoon’s lips are moving. “C'mon kid, talk to us. Tell us what you’re feeling, okay?”

“B-Burn…ever-” it's the sort of pain that twists and tugs against the stomach lining like a rabid dog, feeling his insides bubble as his innermost muscles contract painfully. There's a certain softness to his skin—to the way his fangs jut out from his mouth as a gasp hisses out of him when he's seized with sudden, tortuous agony.

In his eyes, there's an unquenchable hunger... but not quite for blood. The thought makes them widen with a certain lust. His pupils, like pits of shadow at the end of a dark tunnel. His stomach is a mass of churning, twisting flesh—a writhing thing of terrible need. It is the most honest pain he has ever felt: the sort which burns and gnashes, making one wish for a quick death. Sharp as a knife, a piercing pain cuts through the front of his abdomen. This is a stabbing ache right below his chest. He grimaces and as the pain subsides, with a shaky exhale he begins to quietly weep.

"No no, just tell me what is it? What do you think is the matter, hm?" Namjoon demands, his voice filled with tension and frustration, the furrows of his brow drawn even tighter as if a thought has occurred to him, and he needs Jungkook to validate the hypothesis that he's constructed in his head. But what he doesn't realise is that all that Jungkook's mind is preoccupied with is the horrible burning sensation that's working its way through his insides.

Jimin looks on at Jungkook, his heart shattering at the sight of the young man who’s clearly in pain. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on himself, but he can see how upset Jungkook is. The worry and empathy only grows for the clustered vampire as he sits there, unable to do anything.

Then to Namjoon, hoping to find some kind of guidance or instruction on what he ought to do, he sees Namjoon staring at him expectantly, his features set into an expression of frustration, almost as if he's about to snap.

"Please, Kookie, we need to know how to help you," he pleads softly, sharing the deep bond they had forged over centuries of existence. Jungkook tries to speak, to communicate his distress, but every time he opens his mouth, a wave of nausea washes over him, making it impossible to articulate the pain he was experiencing. He clutches his stomach tighter in return whilst trying to suppress the urge to retch, his body was struggling to fight the potent poison coursing through his immortal veins.

In the meantime; Jin, coven’s skilled herbalist is up and ready. He swiftly moves to the mansion's well-equipped kitchen, where he prepares a soothing herbal soup known for its calming effects on the vampire stomach. Lavender, chamomile, and peppermint, all carefully measured and mixed in a delicate ceramic bowl. The fragrance of these herbs combined is both comforting and refreshing, a balm for the senses. He retrieves a pot made of cast iron, ideal for preserving the herbal essence and providing gentle heat. As Jin places the pot on the stove, he adds a small amount of pure water.

Jin pours the herb mixture into the pot, turning his attention to other ingredients. He grabs a small vial of honey made from flowers specially cultivated to enchant and invigorate vampires. With great care, he drizzles the honey into the pot, sweetening the brew just enough to make it palatable for Jungkook's sensitive vampire taste buds. Finally, Jin adds a touch of powdered moonstone, a rare and powerful mineral known for its ability to strengthen a vampire's natural resilience. The moonstone dissolved into the soup, shimmering like stardust and infusing the brew with its mystical properties.

With the bowl of herbal soup cradled gently in his hands, Jin makes his way to Jungkook's room, the soft flickering light of the candles illuminating his path. Upon entering the room, he finds Namjoon and Jimin hovering worriedly over the youngest, who still appeared quite pale and stricken with sickling ailment. His chest rose slightly, sucking in a quick breath. "What's going on?" Jin asks, concern lacing his voice as he hands the soup to Jimin. He moves to sit on the edge of Jungkook's bed, his eyes never leaving the youngest's face.

Jimin takes the bowl with a grateful nod, his fingers trembling slightly. "He's been in so much pain, Jin. He keeps saying everything is burning, like he's on fire from the inside. We've tried to get him to tell us more, but he just can't seem to form the words." Jimin's voice cracks, his worry palpable as he glances back at Jungkook, whose face is contorted in agony.

Jungkook lets out a weak, pained moan, his eyes fluttering open briefly before squeezing shut again. Jin's heart aches at the sight of his youngest brother in such a state. He gently brushes a damp strand of hair away from Jungkook's forehead, whispering soothing words, though he knows they might not reach through the haze of pain.

"Jungkook, we're here," Jin says softly, trying to keep his voice steady. "We're going to figure this out. Just hang in there, okay?"

Jimin sets the bowl of soup on the bedside table and gently takes Jungkook's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We won't leave you, Jungkook. We promise."

The room falls into a heavy silence, the worry gnawing at them as the three deeply reflect on what has transpired and how helpless they feel. Namjoon’s gaze is fixed on the floor, his mind racing through possible solutions, while Jimin's eyes remain on Jungkook, silently willing him to recover. Jin sits quietly, the gravity of the situation settling over him like a dark cloud. Minutes tick by, each one weighed down by their collective anxiety. Jin's mind churns, replaying the events that led to this moment, the image of Jungkook’s pained expression etched into his thoughts.

Finally, Jin breaks the silence. "Jungkook," he murmurs, leaning closer, "I'm going to rub your belly, okay? Maybe it will help a little." Jungkook's response is a faint nod, barely perceptible. Jin gently lifts Jungkook's shirt, exposing his stomach. As he places his hand on Jungkook’s abdomen, he feels the warmth radiating from his skin, the surface taut and unyielding. Jin begins to rub in slow, soothing circles, his touch gentle but firm.

The first thing Jin notices is how hard Jungkook's stomach feels, the muscles beneath the skin clenched in a relentless spasm. It’s as if his entire abdomen is locked in a battle against itself, every inch of it painfully tense. Jin can feel the subtle rise and fall of Jungkook's belly, each breath a struggle. As Jin's hand moves, he encounters patches of skin that are particularly tender to the touch, eliciting small, involuntary flinches from Jungkook. The tautness of his belly is interspersed with areas of uncomfortable bloating, the skin stretched and swollen. The sensation of the cramps is almost palpable through the tender skin, a series of sharp, knotted contractions that ripple under Jin's fingertips.

Jimin’s heart aches with each flinch, each sign of discomfort. He continues to watch the gentle ministrations that the eldest is doing, hoping to provide even a modicum of relief. "You're doing great, Jungkook," Jimin whispers, his voice soothing. "Just breathe, okay? We're here with you."

The room remains quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of Jin’s hand moving over Jungkook's stomach and the occasional, muted whimper of pain from the youngest. The silence is filled with a growing tension, a palpable sense of dread as Jungkook's condition continues to worsen.

Jungkook's nausea is like a storm brewing in his stomach, a relentless wave that rises and falls with increasing intensity. Each motion of Jin's hand, while intended to soothe, only serves to agitate the turmoil within. His belly churns violently, the queasiness intensifying until it feels like a heavy, rolling sea inside him. The sour taste of bile lingers at the back of his throat, a bitter reminder of the impending onslaught.

The nausea escalates from a persistent discomfort to a full-blown assault on his senses. The room seems to spin around him, and his stomach lurches with a force that leaves him gasping. His skin grows clammy, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead and upper lip. He can feel the contents of his stomach rising, an unstoppable force pushing upward, and his mouth starts to fill with saliva in preparation."I...I think I'm going to vomit," Jungkook croaks through his chattering fangs, his voice trembling as he shudders.

Jin responds with a calm nod "It's okay," he assures him. "I've got you baby." He helps him sit up, supporting him with gentle hands and the help of Namjoon, even as he feels a rush of urgency surge through him. "Jimin, grab something." Jin instructs, his tone calm but with an edge of urgency he tries to conceal. Jimin nods quickly and hurries to find a suitable vessel, coiling at the thought of having to clean blood or whatever bodily entities there will be again.

In the meantime Jin takes a napkin and holds it under Jungkook's mouth, catching the drool that begins to spill from his lax jaw. Jungkook's body trembles, his muscles tense as he fights the inevitable. His breath comes in shallow, rapid gasps, and his eyes squeeze shut as another wave of nausea crashes over him.

The words of comfort begin to drown out of his ears slowly. Namjoon watches as Jimin and Jin do their best to comfort Jungkook as he jolts with a harsh gag, “Mmbhh!—” the youngest's pain and sickness weighing heavily on all of them. Realising that they need to expedite their efforts, he decides to check on the progress of the others.

"I'll go see where the boys are," Namjoon says, his voice resolute. With a swift, deliberate movement, he teleports, vanishing from the room in an instant.

In a small, secluded clearing in the woods Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok stand in front of a tiny, hutted house. The structure is old and weathered, with vines creeping up its walls and a faint, mystical glow emanating from its windows. Just as they are discussing their next steps, Namjoon materialises beside them. "How are things going?" Namjoon asks, his voice filled with urgency. "Hyung. What's taking so long?"

Yoongi turns to face Namjoon, his expression serious but tinged with hope. "We've found this place," he begins, gesturing to the hutted house. "The lady inside supposedly has an antidote for the poison. She's a well-known healer for our kind." Taehyung nods in agreement, his eyes reflecting the same urgency. "We were just about to go in and speak with her. We didn't want to waste any time, but we also didn't want to rush in unprepared." Namjoon nods in understanding.

Hoseok turns to Namjoon, his eyes filled with concern. "Namjoon, how is Jungkook doing? How is our little one?" Taehyung and Yoongi also turn to Namjoon, their expressions expectant, hoping to hear some positive news. Namjoon takes a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the burden of bad news. "He's not doing much better," he admits, his voice heavy with worry. "I left just as Jungkook was about to go for round two. Jin hyung and Jimin are with him, trying to comfort him, but the nausea and pain are getting worse."

Hoseok's face falls, and Taehyung's eyes reflect a deepening worry. Yoongi clenches his jaw, frustration and helplessness etched into his features. "The poor kid," He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "He doesn't deserve this."

The four vampires move towards the door, their steps deliberate but swift. Namjoon knocks, and a moment later, the door creaks open to reveal an elderly woman with kind eyes and an air of ancient wisdom. "Come in," she says softly, stepping aside to let them enter. "I doubt you four are wandering around tonight for no good reason."

The inside of the hut is dimly lit, filled with the scent of herbs and the crackling warmth of a small fire. Shelves lined with jars and vials filled with mysterious substances cover the walls, and the atmosphere hums with an almost tangible magic. Yoongi steps forward, desperation clear in his voice. "We were told you might have anantidote for a poison that’s affecting our brother. He's in terrible pain, and we don't know how much longer he can hold on."

The healer nods, her expression thoughtful. "I may have what you need. Describe the symptoms to me, and I will see what I can do." Namjoon quickly details Jungkook's condition—the burning pain, the nausea, the debilitating cramps; the regurgitating of his blood. The healer listens intently, her eyes never leaving his face. When he finishes, she nods once more. "I believe I know the poison you speak of," she says, moving to a shelf and selecting several jars. "There is an antidote, but it must be administered carefully. I will prepare it for you."

Her fingers move with a steady grace as she reaches for a black-stained mortar and pestle on the worn wooden counter. Her hut smelled of dried herbs, bitter roots, and something old—something metallic, like rusted chains left in the rain. The air thickened with anticipation as four heads watched, silent but tense.

She plucks the first jar from the shelf. Inside were brittle, pale green leaves, a serpent's kiss; Namjoon recognised. Toxic to humans, cleansing to a vampire’s corrupted bloodstream. “This will draw the poison from his marrow,” she murmurs, crumbling the leaves between her fingers and letting them fall like flakes of ash into the bowl.

Next came a tiny vial of shimmering silver liquid, pulled from a hidden drawer below the counter. “Moonroot sap,” she explains. “Harvested under a lunar eclipse. It binds the antidote to the vampire’s blood, fusing it with the body’s natural regenerative rhythm.” She adds three precise drops. Each one hisses upon contact with the dried leaves, releasing a faint vapor that smelled of ice and ozone.

Hoseok and Taehyung lean forward slightly, careful not to interrupt. Well, attempted. Out of the pair, Taehyung’s hand haphazardly knocks into an idle jar which he catches in time, the two looking each other with their faces drawn in mimed screams.

Then, she lifts a small pouch, unties the string, and taps out what looked like powdered bone. “Phoenix ash. A purifier. Dangerous if mishandled.” It's handled like a priest offering incense—reverent and restrained. When the powder touches the mixture, the contents spark, glowing briefly with a dull crimson pulse before fading.

Finally, she opens the last jar, this one is made of obsidian glass and sealed with wax. As she prys it open, a pungent and earthy aroma spills out. The substance inside is thick and black, almost like tar and has everyone's nose wrinkling in disgust. “This is the heart of it,” She says softly.

“Corvus ichor. Blood drawn from a raven corrupted by shadow. It seeks out dark enchantments, binds them, and unravels their hold.” Yoongi stiffens. “That’s nearly impossible to find.”

“I don’t find it,” she says, her eyes gleaming faintly. “It finds me.” She dips a twisted silver spoon into the ichor and swirled it into the bowl. The mixture hisses again—this time more violently, the contents turning from green to red to an inky violet-black as she grinds everything together with the pestle.

The glow beneath her skin brightens. Old, quiet magic radiates from her bones. “The antidote must be ingested,” she warns. “But only after the sun has fully set. If he takes it too early, the poison will rebel; and it could kill him.” Namjoon exchanges a quick look with Yoongi. The sun was barely an hour from vanishing behind the horizon.

Yoongi takes the vial from the healer’s hand, fingers trembling slightly despite himself. “And if it works?” he asks.

The healer nods, sealing the empty jars with practiced movements.“He survives. The poison will be purged, but it will leave him weakened. He’ll need two full days to recover before his strength returns. Keep him warm. Keep him still. And don’t let him feed until the antidote has run its course.”

Namjoon bows his head, his voice tight. “Thank you.”

No more words are needed. The four vampires vanish into the twilight, their cloaks snapping behind them like wings of night.

Back at the safe house, the atmosphere is stifling. The fireplace crackles feebly in the corner, but the warmth does nothing to soothe the chill sinking into everyone’s bones. Rain lashes at the windows, wind howling like a warning through the cracks.

Jungkook is sprawled on the makeshift bed, pale as bone, a sheen of sweat glistening across his skin like morning dew on gravestones. His body convulses without warning with an ugly, wrenching heave that rips through his frame. Jin barely manages to tip his head to the side before the boy is retching again, a thick, dark spill that reeks of bile and blood staining the basin Jimin frantically holds beneath him.

His lips are cracked, flecked with old blood. Drool hangs in strings from the corner of his mouth, trembles with each breath. His chest rises and falls in sharp, shallow bursts, as though breathing has become a punishment. Each gasp sounds like it's being dragged through shards of glass.

He’s getting worse,” Jin says, voice hoarse, one hand still braced firmly on Jungkook’s sweat-slick forehead to stop him nose-diving into the basin again. His other hand trembles where it supports the back of Jungkook’s neck, trying to keep him upright between waves of sickness.

“It’s like his body’s rejecting everything,” Jimin whispers, crouched close with his fingers white-knuckled around the bowl. “Even his own blood.”

Jungkook groans—barely a sound, more like a whimper dragged up from some abyssal place. His limbs twitch intermittently, his stomach visibly knotting under the strain. It’s not just sickness. It’s war. His body is turning against itself, a chemical battle tearing through every vein. "You're okay love, you're absolutely fine" he's hushed.

Jin sits at the edge of the bed, jaw clenched as he presses a cool, soaked cloth to Jungkook’s burning forehead. The youngest vampire trembles beneath the tousled layers of blankets, his once-pristine black hair now damp and sticking to his skin in limp, sweat-drenched strands. Jin continues to whisper comfort with a kiss to his head.

It then lolls forward suddenly, but Jin is quicker—his hand shoots up, steadying him with a firm grip on his forehead again before he can slump face-first into the ceramic bowl once more.

“Easy,” Jin mutters, voice low but stern. “Don’t move. Just breathe.”

Jungkook however, can’t. His throat contracts with another violent retch, though there’s nothing left in his stomach. He’s already vomited more blood than any of them care to think about, but his body refuses to stop and keeps twisting in on itself with the force of dry, painful heaving. “Hhh…hhuuhh…” His breath crackles through each pant.

His fangs have elongated, not in hunger, but in sheer agony. They're grinding together as he clenches his jaw through each bout of nausea. The veins along his neck and arms are prominent now, dark and angry, almost bruised in appearance.

Jimin’s eyes glisten as he wipes at Jungkook’s chin with trembling fingers. “He’s already thrown up everything. His stomach won’t stop fighting.” The oldest purses his lips, “Oh dear devil wings” He sighs heavily, chewing at his lips to keep his anxiety at bay.

Jungkook sags forward again, mouth parted, a line of drool spilling from his lips as another choked gag wracks his body. Jin’s palm stays firm, keeping him upright, the other hand dabbing the cloth gently along Jungkook’s temple. “He’s not lucid,” Jimin whispers. “I don’t even think he knows we’re here.”

The door crashes open, and the scent of wet earth and adrenaline fills the room as Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Taehyung rush inside. Rain streaks their cloaks, their boots leaving damp imprints on the wooden floor as they converge on the bed like a dark tide of urgency.

Jungkook’s body seizes violently in Jin’s arms, and the sound he lets out is no longer human. It’s a raw, agonized choke that cuts straight through everyone in the room. It prompts Jin to rub his back harder.

“We have it,” Yoongi breathes, lifting the small glass vial. The liquid inside swirls a soft purple-green, pulsing faintly under the lamplight like it’s alive. Jin doesn’t look up. His entire focus is on the boy in his arms, the youngest vampire trembling like a wire pulled too tight. “Oh good, good. Hurry up, give it to our boy” He mumbles, stringing Jungkook into another chest hug.

Jimin looks up, frantic. “He’s burning, even though he’s freezing. His body’s confused—he’s trying to reject everything. Even us.” Taehyung crosses the room in two strides, his jaw set, eyes wide with panic, he's trying desperately to cage. He kneels on the opposite side of the bed and gently brushes Jungkook’s soaked bangs from his face. “Kook… you hear us?”

Makne lets out a low whimper, barely audible. His lips are cracked, stained red-black. His eyes flutter open for a brief, fevered second; glassy and unfocused.

“H-Hyungs…"

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🧚🏻‍♀️Emeto cheat sheet

Causes of vomiting:

Alcohol (+Flush gene)

Allergic reaction

Anxiety

Appendicitis   

Bulimia

Cancer (+Chemotherapy)

Coffee on empty stomach

Crohn’s Disease

Cycling Vomiting Syndrome

Exhaustion

Extortion (sports) on empty stomach       

Fevers       

Flu

Food intolerances       

Food poisoning (salmonella, E.Coli …)·       

Gallstones       

Gastroenteritis       

Gastrointestinal Obstruction

Gastroparesis    

Hangover

Heat/Heat stroke   

Indigestion

Kidney Infection

Labyrinthitis (ear infection)

Lactose Intolerance

Medication (Antibiotics, opioids)

Ménières Disease

Meningitis       

Migraines/Headaches       

Motion sickness (cars, buses, boats, planes …)       

Norovirus

Overeating       

Pain      

Panic Attacks  

Poison

Pregnancy

Reflux     

Rollercoasters       

Stomach flu

Ulcerative colitis

Ulcers

UTIs

Vertigo

What happens before:

Abdominal pain

Clutching Stomach

Dizziness/Vertigo

Dry Mouth

Dry-heaving

Gagging 

Hand (Back of hand/Palm) to mouth

Heaviness of limbs

Nausea/Queasiness/Feeling sick

Paleness/Ashen, green or grey face

Panic/Fear

Rapid heartbeat

Reacting to stimulants (sight/smell/taste of food e.g)

Salivia builds up/Mouth waters

Shallow/Rapid breathing

Sour stomach

Stomach cramps

Sweating

Throat tightening

Wanting fresh air

What happens during:

Sound:

Burp/Hiccough

Coughing

Echoing back 

Gagging/Retching/Heaving/Wretching

Gurgling stomach

Rapid breathing

Splattering

Vomit hitting water/receptacle

Sight:

(No) Remnants of previous food

Color (Brown/Depends on previous food) of sick

Liquidly/Chunky/Thick sick

Vomit in corner of mouth

Vomit/Sick/Throw up splattering on floor

Smell:

Acidic

Putrid

Rancid

Sour

Taste:

Acidic

Bitter

Previous food

Sour

Feeling/Misc.:

Back rippling

Burning in mouth/throat/nose

Choking/Feeling like there is no air

Crying

Curling up into themselves/into caretaker

Gagging/Retching/Heaving

Hot vomit/bile/stomach contents

Hyperventilation/Panic

Liquidly/Chunky/Thick sick

Sticky sick on clothing

Stomach contracting/Rolling/Gurgling

Stomach contents sloshing around

Torrent/Wave/Spray/Mouthfuls of sick coming up

Trembling

Vomit gushing/rushing out of mouth (+nose)/up their throat

Vomit seeping through fingers

What happens after:

Being overwhelmed

Blurry vision (from tears)

Changing clothes/Cleaning

Coughing

Cramps

Crying/Sobbing

Cuddling/Soothing

Dehydration

Dizziness/Vertigo

Drinking water

Falling/Slumping forwards against toilet/bucket

Lost/Rough voice/Pain in throat

Medication

Passing out/Fainting

Resting head on toilet seat

Shaking/Trembling

Staying hunched over – not sure if gonna be sick again

Taking Temperature

Wiping away tears/vomit

What the caretaker can do:

Call for help (another caretaker/medical)

Cleaning/Disinfecting

Hold bucket/trash bin/other receptacle

Holding back hair (strands/at the neck)/fringe

Holding sickie upright

Holding sickies hand

Make hot water bottle

Make sickie blow their nose

Make sickie drink to replenish lost fluids

Make sickie lay down (on their side/on caretaker’s lap)

Make sickie take medication/temperature

Make soup

Rubbing circles on back

Rubbing stomach

Soothe sickie (don’t hold it in, you will feel better after …)

Whispering comfort

Wiping away tears/vomit

Other related symptoms:

Abdominal pain/cramps

Bloating

Diarrhea

Dizziness/Vertigo

Fever

Headache/Dehydration headache

Hiccoughs/Burping

Inability to keep anything down

Nausea

Paleness/Grey, green or ashen face

Shaking/Trembling

Possible scenarios:

Bathroom is occupied

Being in public/situation they can’t escape from

Caretaker finding sickie on bathroom floor

Carrying a bucket around wherever sickie goes

Clutching a bucket/bin/plastic bag/toilet so hard their knuckles turn white

Cramps so bad sickie can’t move

Curling up on bathroom floor

Eating something despite knowing they are allergic to it

Eating something without realizing they are allergic to it

Feeling sick all day without relief

Feverish and dizzy

Getting admitted to hospital

Inability to keep anything down

Movie marathon as distraction

Multiple sickies (+ not enough bathrooms)

Rubbing sick tummy

Sick during transport

Throwing up in (empty/full) trash bin

Throwing up in bag

Throwing up in bucket

Throwing up in hand

Throwing up in toilet

Throwing up on blankets

Throwing up on floor

Throwing up on something/someone

Throwing up the medication/pills

Throwing up what they just ate/drank

Unable to leave bathroom

Unable to make it to bathroom

Waking up sick in the middle of the night

[sickybubbies]

Working on another part of Baby Fangs, expect it tonight! <33

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HUSBAND!HOSEOK who makes you a bracelet as a marriage proposal. it was common for Hoseok to give you gifts made by him, he just to create and liked you, it was only logical that you would receive all of his work; so, you weren't suspicious when he gave you a small white bracelet, but it was when you noticed the small golden letters that your heart quickened a little, your wide smile appeasing a rather nervous Hoseok. “i promise i will give you a ring. i just found it more special this way. so… what do you say?”

HUSBAND!HOSEOK who takes you to mcdonald's in the middle of your wedding just because you said you wanted a burger. you mentioned it by chance, without really caring about your words, but that was enough for Hoseok to tell you that it was only a few minutes and that it was quick, he swore to you that no one would notice you were missing; Hoseok just wanted to make sure that day was going to be perfect for you, and if that involved leaving your party to buy a simple burger, he didn't mind leaving for a few minutes — he just wanted to see you happy. “from this moment onward, whatever you need or want, i will make sure you have it. you will be the happiest person in the world. that is my mission.”

HUSBAND!HOSEOK who makes a collage album of your memories to give you on your first anniversary. it wasn't just the photographs from Hoseok's gallery that portrayed your times as friends and partners, there were also movie tickets, cards of flower bouquets, small dried leaves and stuffed animal tags, various tiny items that sculpted your relationship into the epitome of love; so, Hoseok worked whole nights on a small album, choosing each photograph and item in detail, ensuring that that gift made you as happy and emotional as it made him. “i also have dinner planned at the first restaurant we went to and a boat trip afterwards. but for now, i think our memories are enough.”

HUSBAND!HOSEOK who makes tiktok couples trends with you. he didn't publish anything, sometimes he didn't even record, but Hoseok liked to see couples trends on the app, dance challenges or something else that excited him; they were moments of fun, joy infecting your room between so many attempts and failures, a few minutes of pure abstention, where nothing existed other than you, Hoseok and the music that sounded muffled from his cell phone. “there’s a new trend we have to do! it’s a dance, but i know we’ll get it right the first time!”

HUSBAND!HOSEOK who will exchange shoes with you if yours are hurting you. whether it was winter or summer, whether it was sunny or snowy, it didn't matter, Hoseok was always ready to help you and ease the pain you were feeling; he insisted, almost demanding, that you wear his sneakers or shoes, yours finding shelter in Hoseok's gentle hands. “i’d rather walk barefoot and get cold than see you suffer. give me your shoes and shut up.”

HUSBAND!HOSEOK who dances in the rain with you, no matter how much time passes. whether it was your first week of marriage or ten years later, it was indifferent — Hoseok only wanted you with him while mother nature toasted you with the heavenly water of eternity; there was no need for music or invitation, it already seemed to be a tradition of yours: whenever the rain started to fall when you were together on the street, it was almost guaranteed that he would hold you and make you spin among the most delicate drops of nature, creating eternal smiles on your lips. “it makes me feel like i'm falling in love with you for the first time. my love will never grow old.”

HUSBAND!HOSEOK who will never let the flame of your relationship go out. he would do anything not to lose you. infinite time could pass between you, but Hoseok would always make sure that something fiery and genuine shined in you, because he couldn't afford to lose you, to lose the only person he truly loved and dreamed of his entire life. “i’m not going to lose you. i didn't spend so much time loving you to let you go so easily. i will love you forever and i will make you love me back.”

[sickybubbies]

Hi??

Just wanna say that I'm alive! I miss everyone very much.

Had no idea when my life started to get so demanding— full time job in the legal industry and juggling study on weekends. Total brain fry.

Not gonna act like I haven't been thinking of courtroom sagas and the boys vomiting in black suits and tuxes everyday (especially hyung line) cause ABSOLUTELY have.

Gosh so much I wanna say but can't think, I will be dropping content very soon with zero confidence in my writing skills but LMAOO. See you soon lovelies lysm

- J <3

[niofo]

writers be like, i can fix him! *gives him pneumonia* *has him lose a limb* *has him almost drowned* *has him barely avoid execution* here, fixed.

[sickybubbies]

Thinking about Jin and Hobi bulking in the military (hot asf) but surely the eating more than usual or military exercising would have made their bellies upset or sick

Hmm... Thoughts are being thunk

[lilbbybangtan]

jungkook tummy

[sicky-hobi]

worst day ever worst day ever worst day ever worst day ever worst day ever worst day ever

[sickybubbies]

Drinking my fucking tears tonight.

[sickskeleton]

Emeto paired with illnesses you might not normally associate with emeto (like respiratory viruses/infections, strep, etc) goes so hard, like:

Coughing so hard or so much that they throw up>>>

They keep swallowing mucus/phlegm and it just sits in their stomach and makes them more and more nauseous

The phlegm in their throat is so thick that they can’t help but gag on it

FEVERS!! Some people are more susceptible to it than others, but fevers can make them so nauseous that even if the illness has nothing to do with the digestive system, it’s still enough to make them vomit

Caretaker eventually differentiating between the regular chest coughing and the coughing that means “oh shit they’re about to puke”

For strep throat, the bacteria in the throat/tonsils can actually travel down the esophagus and make someone sick to their stomach

Vomiting further irritating an already-sore throat

Vomiting further irritating vocal chords to the point where they can only whisper hoarsely to communicate

The bucket they use to spit out phlegm suddenly having to be used to catch a wave of puke

Having to choose between sitting up to ease their breathing and curling up on their side to ease their nausea

Being too queasy to swallow/keep down any cough syrup

Maybe a personal preference but my ideal combination of puking sounds involves coughing 😮‍💨

Okay I’m done but if anyone has any more feel free to add!! :)

[sickybubbies]

I cried till I threw up watching that live ahahaha. Safe time my little love hobi I'll miss you so much I may flirt with mark lee and San and Felix but you're still my ult bias

[sickybubbies]

A/n: lil drabble since i’m a sucker for mpreg and sope ahahaha 

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t! 

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy 

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again. 

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for.  The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown. 

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him.  Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..”  Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me” 

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort.  “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers. 

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly.  Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back. 

Hoseok’s face contorts, saliva layering his tongue. “H’Argh!-” He belches, vomit spilling into the tub with his head ducking inwards, Yoongi remains rigid, on the inside his heart is clenching. Hoseok looks like he’s had an out-of-body experience in the brief moment, his eyes wide and dazed as it trickles out of his ajar mouth.  “Let it all out, nice and easy” Yoongi interjects, even though it isn’t looking that easy at all. He pats between Hoseok’s shoulder blades, which are riling up for another round. Yoongi watches as his tounge juts past his bottom lip, curling inwards like a shovel and vomit begins to pour out of it alongside a deep gurgle from his throat. “That’s it bug, good job. You’re doing okay”  He stretches for a wad of napkins, they rest against Hoseok’s shoulder as he gets steadied and doesn’t dive into the vomit with how harshly he’s lurching forward. Yoongi was now desensitized because of Hoseok’s morning sickness throughout the pregnancy, he could stand and watch the gore unphased.  “Hrrph!-” Hoseok retches again, more stomach liquid spraying out of him, he’s convinced the contraction is pushing up more than needs to come out towards his esophageous and hopes it stops soon. The vomit tapers into small streams, resorting in his stomach twisting as he dry heaves over the bowl. “Are you done?” Yoongi asks beside him.  “I-I think so..” Hoseok coughs and splutters, choking on a dry heave. He draws in a breath, lungs no longer feeling robbed of it’s function like it was with the vomiting. He feels Yoongi press napkins against his wet, sticky lips, wiping away any residue and starts to lean back into the pillows again.  Yoongi stares at the stomach contents, it’s mostly water and stomach bile that’s been brought up. He can’t wait to give him real food soon, which hopefully wouldn’t make an appearance hereafter. “I’ll go tip this out, how’s the contraction?”  The reciepient nods, leaning into Yoongi as he places a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and twindles some of his hair. “Better,” He hums, arms caving around his baby bump as he watches the older leave to the adjacent bathroom and Hoseok sighs. He anticipated a baby in his arms and no more vomit spells in just a while. 

[sickybubbies]

hi lovesss!

I know it's been a very long time since I actually posted but I promise you don't have to wait much longer. I'm still in the community!

Even more good news— I finish my degree soon! Just have a few exams left.

I have finished the baby fangs series and have two years worth of fics/shorts/drabbles set to be released after May 5th!!!

Miss interacting so much

See you very soon!

[sickiesope]

Blindsided

Sick: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

TW: mpreg, emeto, sickness

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Hoseok has been feeling rather strange these last few days. His mood, his sleep, even his appetite feels off. But he doesn't say anything as he thinks it'll resolve on it's own.

The next day he goes to lunch with Yoongi at this restaurant nearby. They've been there quite a few times and like the food. The smells seem especially strong today. Hoseok feels a little bit off and just orders a salad.

He had recording yesterday but he felt too tired and couldn't concentrate on his work. He ended up leaving an hour early. This frustrated him but he just assumed it was because he woke up at 1AM and couldn't go back to sleep until 2. Lack of sleep makes him cranky during the day.

"You're just having that? You barely even ate the breakfast I made" Yoongi states.

Hoseok sighs. He doesn't know why but his appetite isn't really there today. He picks at the salad in front of him and tries it. The dressing is too much.

"Oh my god.. " Hoseok gags and his face scrunches in disgust. Did they have to literally soak it in dressing? He swears there's more ranch than lettuce.

Yoongi tilts his head confused "you've had this salad many times before Hobi. What's wrong?"

Hoseok sits there just as confused as Yoongi. He's right, he's had their salad before with no issues. He eats half of it before his stomach complains. He finishes with water.

Hoseok goes the rest of the day drifting in and out and reassuring Yoongi that he's okay. He tries his best not to sound irritated when Yoongi keeps asking if he's feeling better. By the time dinner comes around he's starving. All he ate today was that salad and he couldn't eat breakfast.

Jin is busy in the kitchen cooking meat and chopping vegetables. "Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes!" he announces.

"Are you up to having dinner?" Yoongi asks Hobi. They're cuddling on the couch watching a drama. "I think Jin hyung is making bulgogi"

"Yeah.. I think I can" Hoseok replies slowly. He loves bulgogi.

When all the members are sitting at the dinner table, Hoseok is eating. It's still rather slow and he has one hand resting over his stomach while he eats. Yoongi notices but doesn't say anything.

After dinner Hoseok feels better. He has a cup of chamomile tea and him and Yoongi watch a few more episodes of their show before they're off to bed.

Hoseok wakes up from his slumber. He looks at the time and it's 4:13AM. No sunlight yet. His boyfriend Yoongi still fast asleep beside him. He sighs in frustration and rolls over, running his hand down his face. Once again he's randomly awaken and has no idea why.

Hoseok lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. He feels hot and slightly..nauseas? And a little bit hungry. Pizza sounds pretty good right now. Why is he up at 4 AM thinking about pizza? Nothing is open at this hour. Maybe he'll suggest it for dinner.

Hoseok sits down for breakfast with Yoongi who made waffles. He looks at the food in front of him. He doesn't feel very hungry (unlike last night). Maybe he's still just tired, his head feels fuzzy. His stomach feels a bit weird too. What's wrong with him today?

"Hoba, your breakfast will get cold. Aren't you hungry?" Yoongi's voice brings him back.

He swallows but it doesn't feel easy. He follows with a gulp of water. "Hyung, did you change something?" after a few more difficult bites.

"Huh? Oh, sorry hyung, yes I am" Hoseok takes a bite, chewing slowly. It tastes different and even smells kind of odd.

Yoongi looks at at him slightly confused. "Um .. no? What do you mean?"

"...nevermind" Hoseok mumbles and drinks more water.

"Everything okay Hoba?" Yoongi looks closer at his boyfriend that's eating a lot slower than usual. Hoseok nods his head. It's probably nothing and he doesn't want Yoongi getting overly concerned.

Suddenly his nose is engulfed with this awful bitter smell, maybe slightly burning. "Coffee's ready!" Yoongi places two steaming mugs on the table. The smell is overwhelming and Hoseok can't take it anymore. His stomach is churning hard and he gets up from his chair, hand clamped over his mouth. He gags and dashes to the bathroom.

"Hobi are you okay??" Yoongi's voice can be heard from the kitchen as Hoseok kneels over the toilet, the horrid coffee smell still stuck with him. Saliva drips down his lips and he's taking slow shaky breaths. He gags loudly and throws up what he ate five minutes ago. He looks at it in disgust, bringing on another round of vomit. He's pretty sure he can see parts of his dinner from last night.

Yoongi seems to appear out of nowhere, running to Hobi's aid when he hears him retching in the bathroom. "What's wrong love? What happened??" His voice full of worry.

"Ughh...I don't know.." his throat burns and it hurts to talk. He really doesn't know what happened either. All he knows is his stomach is upset and everything smells awful. Yoongi doesn't bother asking if he can finish eating when he looks so distressed.

"Do you feel okay to go on with the day?" He asks gently, placing a hand over Hoseok's forehead. He doesn't have any fever.

"Yeah.. I-I can. I'm not missing dance" Hoseok manages to say.

Yoongi sighs as he knows how Hoseok is. He never admits when he's not feeling well, refuses help from anyone and usually waits until things turn for the worst. Yoongi tries to tell Hobi that it's okay to take it easy if he's feeling sick but his stubborn boyfriend just keeps saying "I'm fine, I'm fine. Let's get ready, we're gonna be late"

They're on the way to dance practice when Hoseok gets sick in the car. His stomach rolls and he's gagging into his hand anxiously "Urgh...Yoongi..pull over.. I'm gonna be sick!" Yoongi stops on the side and Hoseok flings the door open, his body jerking forward as vomit sprays from his lips. Yoongi winces at the sound. He just wants to turn the car around and go back home. His boyfriend is clearly unwell.

"But we're already halfway there! And they won't appreciate us canceling last minute like this" Hoseok states. Yoongi rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. Hobi isn't wrong but he worries for him. "It's fine now! I promise!!" he pleads Yoongi not to cancel. Yoongi looks at him in disbelief. If it were up to him they would be home, cuddling under a blanket and watching TV. Away from the outside world.

When they finally get to the building, the other members are waiting. Hoseok's nausea still lingers. His mind drifts in and out and he's having difficulty listening to the music. He's busy concentrating on his breathing and trying not to throw up again.

During dance practice everyone notices things are a little bit... off. Hoseok always picks up the choreography with ease but today he almost tripped over his own feet twice. He keeps asking to take breaks and his energy is draining faster. Maybe because he kept waking up randomly in the middle of the night. Or maybe because he didn't have breakfast. He also seems to be more impatient and agitated.

"OK for the 7th time, watch my feet! Like this" Hoseok snaps. "No no no! You step forward after!"  He shouts. "What's wrong with you guys?! Can't you see yourself in the mirror!?!" He throws his hands up in frustration.

"Jeez, we're trying our best" Jimin says

Hoseok sighs. He immediately feels bad for yelling at his members. "I'm sorry...I don't know what's going on with me"

"Is everything okay hyung?" Namjoon asks with concern in his voice.

"Yeah.. I'm fine.. just haven't slept the best" Hoseok dismisses his friends' worries. The nagging feeling of nausea stays with him. He denies it in his mind, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Suddenly Hoseok feels sick again. He runs out of the room, leaving everyone standing there surprised. He rushes into the bathroom and locks the stall. He hovers over the toilet, opening his mouth preparing himself. His breathing rapid and his legs shaking. He stays like that for a minute, before concluding it's just a false alarm. It's not like his stomach has anything left anyway. He awkwardly returns, feeling the stares of his peers and unable to tell if they're worried or mad at him. "I'm sorry...I haven't been feeling the best.." he slurs. He's embarrassed and feels guilty about his sudden exit. Normally he's more professional than this.

Everyone notices Hoseok looks pale and having trouble standing up straight. He can barely keep his eyes open.

Yoongi finally confronts the dancer "How long have you been feeling sick?"

"Ugh..last few days.." Hoseok chokes out.

"Few days?!" Yoongi is both worried and a bit annoyed with his boyfriend. "Dammit Hobi! Seriously?? How many times have I told you--"

Yoongi is cut off by a loud retch from Hoseok. He vomits up a big stream all over the floor and his pants and shoes. Right in front of everyone. They gasp in shock and rush over to him. If Yoongi wasn't panicking before he is now. Hoseok grabs onto his arm and his legs give out. He sinks to the floor and everything around him goes dark.

"Someone call someone!"

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Hoseok wakes up slowly, his head spinning and vision blurry. It takes a few seconds for him to realize he's in a strange place, in a bed that isn't his. He hears unfamiliar voices and background noise. Hoseok looks around to find an IV is in his arm and realizes he's in a hospital.

"Hoba.." Yoongi sits in a chair beside his bed. Finally something familiar.

"Hyung?.." Hoseok tries to gather himself but he's dizzy and his head hurts.

"How are you feeling?" Yoongi asks softly.

"Tired.. and a little queasy.."

Yoongi nods sympathetically and pushes back the hair on Hobi's face.

"What happened? Why am I here?" Hoseok is still very confused.

Yoongi sighs. "You fainted during dance practice.." he starts. "Well, you threw up a lot and fainted. It scared us half to death!"

Hoseok's eyes widen. It's slowly starting to come back to him. He remembers talking to Namjoon and Yoongi .. and then vomiting all over the place. He probably ruined those shoes.

"How long have I been here?"

"A few hours. I think they want to keep you overnight for observation"

Hoseok groans at the thought. He wants to go home and sleep in his own bed, with Yoongi. He's not a fan of the IV stuck in his arm, it hurts and feels weird. He's still not that hungry, despite how much he threw up and hasn't eaten anything since. Probably the nausea.

The real question he wants to know is what's wrong with him? Why overnight? Is it serious?

Hoseok's train of thought is interrupted when another wave of nausea hits. His stomach lurches and he gags into his hand. He's trying to tell Yoongi to pass him the garbage bin to be sick in but he can't speak. He just points at it and gags with a look of panic on his face. Luckily Yoongi catches on and he quickly passes it to Hoseok just in time. He throws up and sighs in frustration. He wants answers.

A doctor finally enters "good, he's awake! ..oh, we have bags if you need to throw up" she starts off. Hoseok blushes inside.

The doctor continues "so we ran some tests.. and Hoseok here is pregnant!" she says smiling.

Hoseok and Yoongi are dumbfounded. Neither knows what to say.

"Umm.. what?!" Hoseok manages to choke out. He can't believe his ears.

"Yes, it's true. Congratulations both of you!"

Hoseok has a ton more questions now and so does Yoongi. The doctor answers them calmly and patiently. She understands this must be overwhelming for them.

"We can't say exactly how far yet, we'll need an ultrasound to know that"

Hoseok keeps looking at Yoongi, then down at his tummy "So that's why I've been feeling so weird" it all makes sense now. His upset stomach, his sleep disturbances, his mood swings, his cravings.

"I woke up wanting pizza last night" he turns to Yoongi giggling.

Yoongi smiles at that "when you get out of here we'll get some!"

[lilbbybangtan]

Jimin talked in his Weverse live today about being sick today :(

[sicky-hobi]

UMMMMMMMMM PARK JIMIN??????

EXPLAIN YOURSELF SIR

[sickybubbies]

My guy was shirtless